There's a lot has been said 'bout the breast--- 
               Like how nicely they feel when they're pressed. 
                    But when push comes to shove, 
                    In this business of love, 
               Its "twats" 'tween the legs that is best. 

All those Monica limericks are lame, 
               But I guess we have Clinton to blame. 
                    Had he fucked just his wife, 
                    For once in his life, 
               Or at least missed the dress when he came. 

Said a swinging young girl named Lyth
Whose virtue was largely a myth,
"Try as hard as I can,
I can't find a man
That it's fun to be virtuous with." 

There was a young rascal named James, 
            Who liked to play terrible games, 
                He lit up the front 
                Of his Grandmother's cunt 
            And laughed as she pissed through the flames! 

I hate you, you hate me,
We're a disfunctional family.
Then a shot rang out and Barney hit the floor,
No more fucking dinosaur.